words_unravel | Dec. 4th, 2004

...you're flipping through the radio, hear a Roxette song and still remember all the words? *sigh*

So I'm sitting in Borders, drinking my cara mocha, trying to get a little writing done and well, studying people off and on ('cuz i luuuuv to people watch). Just so you know, the coffee cafe thingey has a perfect view of the magazine section. So, I glance up one time and see a very nice man specimen in front of one of the magazine racks. He's tall (not too tall), well- muscled (yanno, ripped without being overwhelming), dressed in grey basketball shorts and a grey sleeveless workout shirt. And the boy is pale, I'm talking like nordic white here, don't get me wrong, it works perfectly for him, trust me.

And instead of ogling him (...okay, I ogled for a second)...my mind begins drawing lurid pictures another guy, similar in build, olive-toned skin sliding against that oh-so-pale boy. When I realized what I was thinking, I nearly busted out laughing in the cafe. Which, of course, would've earned me some really funny looks. But then, I think I'm getting used to that.

Anyway, I guess that's what happens when you're playing around with Squall and Irvine, as well as Wufei, Duo, and Heero, ne?